On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month…

Broadstone war memorial

Today is Armistice Day – marking the end of the first world war.

When the nation falls silent for two minutes to remember and pay respect to all those who have lost their lives in conflicts since the beginning of the first world war.

Every year at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, marking the time when Allied Forces declared an end to fighting with Germany 97 years ago.


Today a friend and I thought it would be a nice thing to do to go to our local war memorial and pay our deepest respects for all those lives lost.

Rememberance poppies

Stanley Brewer (aged just 23) and Les Whyle of the Royal Navy I have no idea who you both are, but you fought and died for your country and for that I have no words – but the deepest respect for you.  You will never ever be forgotten.

We stood, with a few others who had decided that they too wanted a moment of contemplation, at 11am this morning, for two minutes in silent reflection.

Remembering.

Rememberance poppies

Albert Richard Hart (aged 29) who died on 23 February 1917.

So many lives lost.

But never forgotten.

Poppy wreaths

I’m so glad we went.


Lest we forget‘ … why those words?

They are taken from Rudyard Kipling’s beautiful poem ‘Recessional‘ – 1897

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Carpe Diem x

2 thoughts on “On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month…

  1. We hosted a service outside work today because a lot of the Liverpool Pals worked in the Cotton industry, so we look after the unknown soldier and he stands by our steps. It was so moving today when an elderly veteran laid his wreath and saluted the soldier, goodness I have tears just typing this. We have so much to be grateful for don’t we? xx

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